Back in the mid 80's, Mr Fritzl had a plan With bricks and mortar, build a cell fit for his daughter No room to stand, no need she'll be on her back mostly Prepare for winky, it's coming for you and it bears a tash
On holiday, he suns himself in Eastern-Asia He's calm as fuck, he knows the screams and pain will go unhear
Chorus: She'll see, his evil pee-pee See, his evil pee-pee